Astennu
“How are we gonna handle this?” I yanked a chair up to my brother’s desk.
Badru was on it in a second, tugging his laptop open and cursing, violently, in a string of Arabic that would make our mother blush.
“You say that around mom and she’ll wash your mouth out with soap,” I raised a brow as he threw his obviously smashed laptop to the side and fumbled through his drawer for his tablet.
He looked at me with the most unimpressed expression, pausing his search. “Well, it’s a good job she’s out shopping for damn baby clothes instead.”
With lightning speed and laser focus that he always had when he reacted to a situation, he laid the tablet flat across the split in the wooden surface of his desk and began flicking through a programme.
“It’s Janet’s last day in work right now bef
